First Meeting with Huang Jing

After Fu Changding and Fang Ping purchased some daily necessities, the three of them went to the cafeteria to eat.

While eating, the three shared some of the interesting things they had encountered. Fu Changding was practically a chatterbox, while Fang Ping and Lu Hao were fine, only speaking a sentence or two before stopping.

Fu Changding, however, talked endlessly, complaining and revealing all sorts of information. Compared to Lu Hao and Fang Ping, who were novices with little knowledge of Magic Martial University, Fu Changding had collected a great deal of information; he had come prepared.

At 2:30 PM, Lu Hao was tidying up. He put all the pills he had brought into his Storage Space, while his Big Ring Blade was left in his room.

After all, it was too conspicuous as a weapon; carrying a weapon on one's person was enough.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a knock at the door. Lu Hao opened it to see Fu Changding.

"Let's go, Lu Hao. It's time to assemble. After all, we must leave a good impression on the instructors the first time we meet."

Lu Hao nodded, finished tidying up, and followed Fu Changding toward No. 1 Training Ground.

They arrived at Fang Ping's door, called him out, and the three of them walked toward No. 1 Training Ground together.

Before long, they reached No. 1 Training Ground. Freshmen had already arrived, and the spectator stands were also filled with many people, including upperclassmen and instructors.

"Fu Changding, do we really have to show off in front of such a large crowd?"

Fang Ping, seeing the many people in the stands watching the spectacle, thought that if they followed Fu Changding's plan, it would definitely be a social death in front of everyone.

"Fang Ping, what's wrong? Are you afraid of losing face? Martial artists must compete. If we don't show ourselves now, how can we get the instructors' attention? You don't have any background; if you want the instructors to notice you, this is the only way. Don't tell me you want to choose a Rank 5 as your instructor?"

Seeing Fang Ping backing down, Fu Changding spoke up.

"Fine, let's do it. It's just losing face, what's the big deal? As long as I can pick a Grandmaster as an instructor, I'll accept the embarrassment."

Thinking about his lack of background, Fang Ping stopped caring and prepared to pull off something big with Fu Changding.

"Lu Hao, how about it? If you join in, our plan will be even more certain."

Seeing that Fang Ping had made up his mind, Fu Changding began to try and persuade Lu Hao.

"I'll pass. If nothing goes wrong, those Grandmaster instructors already know me."

"Ah? Does your family have someone working as an instructor at Magic Martial University? Or perhaps your family has a significant background?"

"No, it's just that I'm a bit special."

"How are you special? I don't see it."

It's nothing special, I just slaughtered a Rank 4 Evil Cult martial artist, Lu Hao thought to himself.

Fu Changding saw that Lu Hao was truly not interested, so he stopped talking about it and changed the subject.

"Lu Hao, Fang Ping, look, there are so few girls in our year."

Following Fu Changding's gaze, Lu Hao and Fang Ping looked over. It was indeed as Fu Changding said; there were very few freshman girls on the entire training ground.

"Hey, where do the girls live? How come I haven't seen them?"

Fang Ping asked.

"Didn't you see? There are a few girls in District 1. Martial University doesn't separate dorms by gender. We are all martial artists; sometimes we might have to carry out missions together, so men and women are paired up," Fu Changding said.

"When we were heading downstairs just now, there were girls right next to us. Didn't you notice?"

"...I really didn't see them. Those girls' features were too inconspicuous, weren't they?" Fang Ping said, speechless.

"Don't go saying that in front of those girls. If they hear you, you won't be able to avoid a beating. You should know that I saw several girls in the first ten rooms."

As the three chatted, more and more people gradually arrived at the training ground.

In the blink of an eye, it was three o'clock. A middle-aged man stood on the podium and suddenly shouted, "Fall in!"

There were no teachers or students on the training ground to guide them, but the three of them stood in a line very obediently, and others also lined up in twos and threes.

"Lu Hao, this teacher looks hard to get along with," Fu Changding whispered.

"Yeah..." Fang Ping also said.

"Quiet," Lu Hao said. Although Lu Hao didn't know the person on the stage, if nothing went wrong, he was a Grandmaster. A Grandmaster's mental energy could easily hear what everyone was saying and doing.

Before long, the uneven queues were formed, but the sound of conversation in the ranks continued.

Three minutes later.

The middle-aged man shouted again.

"The assembly time has passed. Those who are late or not in line will have 20 credits deducted!"

"Seal the gates!"

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, several students dressed in martial arts uniforms sealed off the entrance to the training field.

Some students who were outside the formation heard this command, and although they didn't know the purpose of credits, they still ran toward the ranks.

Just then, the middle-aged man on the stage shouted coldly again, "Everyone, stand where you are!"

Accompanying the reprimand was a suffocating pressure of vitality, along with a terrifying murderous aura that spread through the air, though the killing intent itself was not fully unleashed.

Instantly, everyone was frozen in place by this intimidation, not daring to move a muscle.

Fang Ping was secretly shocked, What kind of strength is this? To be able to suppress over a thousand martial artists at once; at the same time, he looked at Lu Hao in surprise.

Because almost everyone present had started trembling under this pressure of vitality, yet Lu Hao remained standing in place without moving, looking as if he were completely unaffected.

Fu Changding, standing to the side, also noticed Lu Hao, this "normal person" amidst the pressure of vitality. He knew far more than Fang Ping, who had no background; his own grandfather was a Rank-6 martial artist.

Therefore, he knew the power of a Rank-6, and in Fu Changding's eyes, the middle-aged martial artist on the stage was definitely a Grandmaster. Yet, Lu Hao was able to remain completely unaffected under a Grandmaster's pressure of vitality.

How on earth did Lu Hao manage that?

It was indeed just as Fang Ping thought; Lu Hao was not intimidated in the slightest. However, Lu Hao wasn't relying on resisting the vitality to protect himself either, as he couldn't withstand the vitality of a Grandmaster.

The biggest reason they were intimidated was not the terrifying vitality, but the trace of murderous aura contained within it, which made these martial artists who had never seen blood instinctively afraid.

Lu Hao, however, had killed quite a few martial artists himself, so he also possessed a significant amount of murderous aura within his own body, though he had kept it all restrained. Thus, he was completely unaffected by this trace of killing intent.

"Hello, students. Let me introduce myself. My name is Huang Jing, Dean of the Weaponry Academy!"

The middle-aged man didn't use a loudspeaker or a microphone, yet his words seemed to ring out right beside everyone's ears.

"The Chancellor is not at the school, and both Vice Chancellors have urgent matters to attend to, so I will be presiding over the freshman ceremony today!"

This was Huang Jing.

Lu Hao looked at the middle-aged man on the stage. In the original story, Huang Jing had died in the Magic Martial University Earth Cave while resisting Earth Cave martial artists, dedicating his entire life to the public and to humanity.